Song parody of
The Deepest Ocean There Is
by Tired Pony
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I've been terrified since you walked out the door
These are not the lies I told you once before
This is not the end it's still an outside thing
I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet
In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems that it's become to much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core
I've been terrified for far to fucking long
What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong
Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball
With drunken comedy it's thrown hard at the wall
In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems it's become too much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core
The stitches are unraveling
And the seems have all but burst
Maybe all my years of traveling
Have quenched what I've thirsted
These years have flown by
These hands have shaken
I have no notion
What happens next
There's a kind of feelings
And I think of it
Then the panic quickens
There is no sorrow
I've been terrified since you walked out the door
These are not the lies I told you once before
This is not the end it's still an outside thing
I'm not taking off my wedding ring just yet
In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems that it's become to much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core
I've been terrified for far to fucking long
What is that thing I lack that makes you so damn strong
Your letter in my hands is rolled into a ball
With drunken comedy it's thrown hard at the wall
In it's years since I took stock of it
Seems it's become too much
This is everything I ever wrote
Collapsed into the core
The stitches are unraveling
And the seems have all but burst
Maybe all my years of traveling
Have quenched what I've thirsted
These years have flown by
These hands have shaken
I have no notion
What happens next
There's a kind of feelings
And I think of it
Then the panic quickens
There is no sorrow
